In Dave Miller's 2100 studio, an unnamed performer enters the frame, eyes darting nervously. The room is stark, clinical, save for the plush couch in the corner. She begins to undress, revealing a body that's a symphony of curves and softness. Her fingers trace the lines of her form, pausing at her breasts, her hips, her thighs. She's here to verify, to prove her worth, and she does so with a slow, sensual dance, a tease that promises more.